Page 12 of Just Like You
Useless. I was so bloody useless that I couldn’t even say something back.
“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” I started, letting the tip of my finger circle the nape of his neck. A stray soft hair catching my attention. Softness, everywhere.
Unexpected.
“Honestly, Julian.I…”
I raised my head, only to find his eyes closed. His breathing soft and gentle, like I’d fucked him to sleep. Selfishly and awkwardly, as always. The way I was. It was just… I had to smile. Perhaps I should get up and quietly gather my belongings. Go back to my own room and shower so I could get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow. Early meetings and all that.
But there was something else here, something I hadn’t had for a long time.
His arms were still around me, holding me. A firm grip on my shoulder, despite his relaxed state. Like he actually…wanted me here.
Ridiculous, and I chuckled, only to freeze up, hoping I hadn’t woken him up. So I lay there, in the state I was. Covered in the scent of him. His taste in my mouth.
Different. Gorgeous. And…
No. Absolutely not. I lay there and let this sink in, the whole state of me. The way I’d stumbled upon this like… I didn’t believe in fate and magic or anything like that. I did believe in goals, though. In fulfilling your desires. In pursuing what you wanted.
This was not what I wanted. It wasn’t socially acceptable. Well… I wasn’t like Ollie Easter, chasing after every male specimen with his dick already out in his hand. Or Bash Dewaert, who’d gone from getting married to Juliet Delaware herself to suddenly shagging some male physio from Hampstead.
I didn’t get it. Never had. Yet?
I shrugged and got myself up. Removed his hands from my body and gently managed to cover him with parts of a sheet.
Bare. Naked. Gorgeous, glowing in the light from outside. It was only afternoon here in New York and just gone midnight at home.
And…
Well.
I didn’t know what I was thinking, but I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Found my underwear discarded on the floor and put them back on, grabbing my trousers, as he turned around in his sleep, losing my carefully constructed covering.
His arse back on display, those gorgeous legs. Soft. Warm under the fingertip I let stroke up his calf.
I lifted up the sheet again, tried to arrange it better for him, and then?
I gave in. Because tiredness was a thing and even worse? He was right there. Irresistible and pretty and I wanted it. All of it. For once, it was laid right out here for me to take.
So I did, take it. I gathered his body back up in my arms, got us under the covers and smiled as he curled up against my chest.
My…Julian.
I smiled because I was a fool. But sleep claimed me in seconds and after that? I simply didn’t care.
Chapter Five
Julian
Ihad a routine, and as always? I’d been on the ball, setting my alarms in advance to get me up on time so I could shower and get ready and try to look half decent for pickup. It was six in the morning, and I tried to stretch out in bed, only to realise I was…not alone. Yesterday? Oh, it came crashing right back at me, one small catastrophic event after the other.
Alongside a telltale sting in my backside and the fact that Kieron Andrieu was fastasleep in my bed.
Okay. Awkward wasn’t even the start of this. He should have left. Man-to-man code and all that. This wasn’t some kind of relationship builder event; this had been a quick fuck, and he should have just buggered back across the hall and given me the decency of not having to relive this absolute clusterfuck of an incident.
At least I managed to get out of bed without him waking up, and I snuck into the bathroom to get my face on. Shower. Moisturise and shave and cover up my little imperfections. At least I didn’t look as tired as I had yesterday, but still, my trusty foundation didn’t cover disasters, and I still was one.
I needed to iron my shirt, but that spectacle would certainly wake Cinderello here from his slumber, and a few wrinkles wouldn’t kill anyone. Apart from that I’d told Ben-in-economy off for the state of his shirt, and now I would probably have to endure his evil stares all the way across the Atlantic. Didn’t look good but whatever.
